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Post by alexmarks on Jan 23, 2013 14:11:49 GMT -8
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Alex pushed open the door to the Starbucks, and let the calming smell of coffee fill his nostrils. Any and every time he went into any coffee shop, his mind became clear. And his mind was hardly ever clear. He had so much going on with life right now, and he wasn't sure he would be able to keep up with himself. He's been writing for a good amount of years now. But not the type of writing he would have liked. He's stuck writing about love triangles and sex tapes in the Hollywood community. Was that all he was worth?
Even with his illness, he could write about any topic he damn near wanted. So why he chose to sit in an office, and write gossip articles for the enquirer, no one could imagine.
He walked up to the line, and stood with his hands in his pants pockets. Had he taken his pills today? God, he needed his pills. He took his regular dose, which was two when he wakes every morning. And then he had the personal dose, which was one almost every two hours. This pills were strong, so if he felt like the last one hasn't worn off yet, he'd wait until it has, and then pop another pill. He had issues, but so does everyone else in L.A.
What coffee did he want today? Fuck, he couldn't remember what he came here for. Courtesy of the pills. The room wasn't spinning yet, so that's good. He ad managed to walk this far with out screaming at someone in the middle of the street, so that's a plus as well. Tilting his head upward, so he could see what was on the menu.
His concentration was pulled away from the sign, and directed to what was crawling on it. Oh fuck his life, the pills hadn't helped him at all. Was he the only person that saw the bug crawling over the prices, or could other see it too? Okay, he was beginning to trip out. Trying not to freak out in the middle of star bucks, he tapped his foot and bit his lip. Trying really hard to forget about the bug was difficult. He was so out of his mind that he didn't know if it was real or fake. Reality was never "Reality" to him. There was always the chance that his brain was being an ass that day, and decided to make him see things.
Moving up in the line, he'd settle for a regular coffee with two sugars and two creams. Fuck it, he made his way down here, he just needs to make it back to his office, and to his pills. That's all. He just needed his other pills. Thinking about his pills made him loose track of the line. He didn't even realize he was still standing in the middle of the floor, a man in front of him, and a line of people behind him.
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Post by dakota on Jan 23, 2013 19:56:03 GMT -8
[style=height: 5px;] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 232D54; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left:1px; text-align: left;]tonight i wanna turn my head off AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Dakota had just dropped her sister off at school and didn't have any jobs today; which she was thankful for. After her job with that Natalie girl, she needed a break. Dakota had never worked with someone so awful, mean, and well, just all around a bitch. So, after she dropped Hannah off at school, she went back to the house and just laze around there for the rest of the day probably. Once she got back, she cleaned up her room and herself, even though she wasn't planning on going anywhere or seeing anyone. She blared her music from her little iHome thingy that her father had gotten her for Christmas one year. In the shower, she sung along with the music, not even caring if anyone came home right now. The sister was still kind of ill still, so she wouldn't be surprised in the least bit.
Good thing for her though that no one did come back home. She thought she was an awful singer, but her father always said how awesome she was; but, he was family and was supposed to be nice to her. She wrapped her thin, pale body in a towel and went out to her room to find some clothes for the day. Shorts, nirvana tank, and long sleeve stripped shirt. Seemed simple enough for her. She went to blow dry her hair out and did not like the poof she was getting. She immedietly tossed a hat on over the out of control hair and it instantly looked one hundred percent better. The red head went to look around the house for something to eat and found a few bucks on the counter along with a note:
You've been so helpful for the past few weeks with your sister. I know it's not much, but go get something at Starbucks or something
-Dad
She smiled and tucked the eight dollars in her pocket. You know what, Starbucks did sound really good right now. She ran back to her room and quickly slid her high tops, grabbed her phone, and headed out the door. She looked at the motorcycle, almost thought about riding it, but it was a pretty weather out, so she decided to walk. Starbucks wasn't too far away and as soon as she walked in, it didn't look too busy thankfully. She began to mess with her hair a little bit. But, as the line moved, the guy in front of her did not. She wondered if he might be texting someone or something, but as there was only one more person left before this guy. She tapped on his shoulder, him being much taller than her 5'5'' self, "Er, are you alright?" What if he had dozed off in line or something? She didn't suspect that to be quite healthy. [/style] |
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Post by alexmarks on Jan 24, 2013 21:44:16 GMT -8
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Fuck. That was the only word passing though Alex's mind when he realized he was standing in the middle of the starbucks line. How could he play this off in any way? It was impossible to do so, why did he even come outside his office. He could be so stupid sometimes, or so he thought. He looked up at the red haired woman, and smiled nervously. "Yes, I'm fine. I think I was a little deep in my thoughts. Starbucks has that effect on me." He said jokingly. He smiled at the woman, hoping she would just leave it there.
"Sorry for holding up the line, please ," he said taking one hand out of his pocket, and motioned in front of him. "Take my spot." he smiled again. He had to admit, the woman was attractive. Alex had always gone for men and women, his attraction growing for men more so. Oddly enough, he felt a strong attraction for the red head that was standing near him. He wasn't sure if it was because of his pills, but he didn't care. Some harmless flirting wouldn't hurt anyone.
"What are you getting?" He asked kindly. He hoped she didn't think he was a weirdo. Surprisingly, he kept his drug addiction well hidden. Only on very few occasions, when he was low on his pills, would he begin to act crazy. He was always crazy inside his mind, but on the outside he was capable of looking completely normal.
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Post by dakota on Jan 25, 2013 16:36:55 GMT -8
[style=height: 5px;] [/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 40px; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: -5px; color: 232D54; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 6px; padding-left:1px; text-align: left;]tonight i wanna turn my head off AND LET THE MADNESS OUT CAN I GET THE GATES UP I FEEL IT COMING ROUND I'M IN A COLD WAR WITH MYSELF AND MY NERVES OH HURRY LIKE A HOUND DOG I'LL COCK MY HEAD JUST RIGHT AND COME OFF DYSFUNCTIONALLY IN LOVE - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She was probably just overreacting, but this guy in front of her was just standing there and wasn't moving, or didn't seem like it anyways. He kind of looked at her and she stood there, waiting for an answer. He said he was fine, but she honestly doubted it. However, she would just leave it alone, not wanting to try and pry into this guy's life that she had just talked to for five seconds. She smiled back at his words though, "I didn't know Starbucks could have that much of an effect." Probably complete and utter bullshit, but she didn't care that much. She didn't want to be super sarcastic with him since she had said less than thirty words to the guy and he only like, ten so far. There was no reason to be mean to him; yet.
She tilted her head to the side slightly, wondering why he would just let her take his spot in line. He could have just moved up in the line and called it a day. She took a few steps forward, "You sure?" Her hands sliding into her jacket pockets, messing with her phone a bit. Dakota's phone was always on; except when she was at a job or something. She could get a call from some producer, wanting her to take photos of the set or the actors. However, recently she had been turning her phone on silent. After the Natalie fiasco, she was fine with her bar tending job for the time being. Don't get her wrong though, she did love photography, but maybe after her, it wouldn't be a bad idea for a break for a few days.
His question took her off gaurd, but maybe he was just trying to strike up a conversation, be friendly towards her. "Black coffee. You?" Usually, if she was with someone she knew, or someone who was an ass, she would say something like, 'coffee. black like my soul' or something along those lines. Honestly, she wasn't that bad, just really sarcastic and sassy more than half the time. She took a look at him and decided that he wasn't half bad looking. Dakota was, however, not currently looking for a guy in her life. She had to help pay the bills for the house, take care of Hannah, and her father all wrapped up into one. Her father's company was working him dry.
She quickly checked her phone, not wanting to be rude so she tried to just pull it out to look and see if she had messages, however, she got a call. She rolled her eyes when she saw her sister's name pop up on the screen. She turned to the guy, "I have to take this really fast." She answered the phone and her sister just started to blabber on about something. Hannah started to mention how she had gotten sick and embarrassed herself in front of a cute guy. Just dumb teenage girl shit. "Hannah. Shut up for a moment. Go home and take a nap. You've been sick for the past couple of days. " She rolled her eyes as her sister started to get all mad at her and hung up.
She put her phone back into the pocket and it was her turn in line next. She stepped up and ordered a large coffee, handed the cashier the money, and stepped to the side. She turned to the man, "Sorry. My sister called me. Just dumb teenage girl shit." Oh wait. Maybe she shouldn't say 'bad words' in front of someone she just met. Whoops. Oh well. What has been said, or will be said, have been done. Her coffee was finally done and she grabbed it off the counter. "You can join me at my table if you would like." She turned and quickly found a table, and popped a squat. She took a sip of the coffee, testing out how hot it was; luckily, it wasn't too hot for her liking. She crossed her legs, wondering if her invitation would be accepted or not. [/style] |
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